In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can.

Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.

If you want sweet dreams, you've got to live a sweet life.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It's the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.

We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.

It's what you do that makes your soul.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

Knowing what you don't know is the beginning of wisdom.

It seemed too good to be true. That's grace.

Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.

Talent alone gets you nowhere. You really have to have the grit, and you gotta have a love for people.

Every friendship goes through ups and downs. Dysfunctional patterns set in external situations cause internal friction you grow apart and then bounce back together.

Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.

I always said it kept me alive - photography - because it did. It was my catharsis.

There is a grace and an ease to power. You feel good about yourself and your life when you have it. It is well worth having, and it is certainly miserable not to have it.

Maybe instead of buying myself another Barbie, I could donate that to the Kmart Wishing Tree.

Everybody marches to a different drummer.